The Broken Teacup

Why is a grappling hook like a toothbrush?Why is a chrysanthemum like a handgrenade? Why is my beating heartlike the surprise in your voice? Why is a terracotta soldier like the cat on my lap?Why is a falling knife like the sound of breakingglass? Why is this stab of lightninglike a peal of glad laughter…

I’m so sorry to hear youhave wings, a half dozen, you don’t looklike a seraph. I’ve never noticed you’re fullof eyes. Sorry to hear you are really an empty throne, thousand-spokedwheels under your soles,forty teeth in your mouth and too-long arms.You’re so bright! This must be hard, your feathersunfolding, the razors of halogen, the bladesof…